Heavy risky trod!

As you travel.

So, you move out of the hecticness of city life and go out of it. There you have no plans, it's just a journey you begin. You just travel. The destination you would not know or know not. As you approach the countryside, you pass by the paddy fields and barren lands; the land left uncultivated for years. The landowners may have left it for a better urban life. Well, that’s it. The pro or the con of modern globalization. Is civilization you would less care about. 

Thimphu city.

The lush green bushes, the tall-peaked trees, and running rivers are all you see in the enriching vale. The crystal clear river flushes down the gorge, not hesitant-enough to see what comes it's way. There you stand and stare, downhill, across the valley and far north on the face of the mountain. 

It’s early October and wary summer monsoon is hardly over. It is still wet and muddy, the road going towards my hometown is torn apart. It seems paved roads are naked, with wounds all over their body. Every meter or so is pot-holed and one wouldn’t stand still, but one can’t stay without budging for a second. The sky is dark and sad, for it weeps so incessantly. The rainwater seep and flows, and generates a current. The roadside drains are blocked, with stones, boulders, and sand. 

Babesa, Thimphu.

As time pass, you find yourself stuck. Knowing not what lies ahead. Our life is nothing, but less of what these monsoon winds bring. With the thick-dark clouds and chilled water crystals, how should men ever survive? But you don’t condemn a single man. For what nature gives men shall withstand, no adversities shall stop a hungry’s man quest. Let nature be at its worst for I, the lost man would wander on the dark clouds, for I don’t beseech nature to stop anything.